Sylvania Burnham High School - Burgoblac Yearbook (Sylvania, OH)

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I ll F234 .ff 4 'I val 6 .S ,,lA.,QI?l A gf ,J 1 WH, s ill' fill George Deppman and his wife Ruth Merickel were very busy on their farm west of Sylvania raising vegetables for Myron Sanderson's sanitar- ium. Yes, I saw Myron at the head of a large sanitarium industriously and tenderly caring for the sick. Somehow however, it didn't surprise me as I always thought his stature resembled that of a doctor. Next I saw reflected the gorgeous looking Sylvania Zoo built and plan- ned by Gordon LaPointe who received his inspiration from the girl he loved and married, Wilma Coutchure. In this Zoo Elmer Roby was care- taker of the apes, a very high position. I saw him gazing with eyes full of envy at a cage full of gorillas. It was extremely plain to see how much he admired them. They had been sent from Central Africa by Helen Evert who had charmed them into captivity. Now there flashed before me a crowded court room. There was a hushed silence over the whole place and all eyes were steadily fixed on a speaker who, with arms outstretched and head bent was sorrowfully, tear- fully pleading to a judge. I was surprised when I recognized Harvey Kell- er, evidently a renowned lawyer. It seems that his tearful and pleading ways has won every judge and jury to his side in every case that he has condescended to take. Today he was pleading for two women who, dressed in subdued cerise, sat opposite him. Gwendelyn Nhare and Josephine Wolfe had publically denounced such a thing as education. As a result, people feared them to be revolutionists when they were really only social work- ers. Fearfully they had called on Harvey who seemed to be clearing their case beautifully. Busily taking notes on this case was Opal Crots, editor, manager writer and publisher of the Crots Gossipy a prominent Turkey newspaper. Between sessions Opal eagerly read sketches from Gladys Atwell's new book, Nursery Rhimes Put into Prose and Odes. It re- minded me somewhat of George Washington or maybe it was Harry Laud- er. Poor boy, heroically he died for his school and his country. Plunging himself into the icy waters of the Ten Mile Creek he drowned after having successfully rescued the football that he dove after. Bessie Randall had spent years in producing this picture. In fact, it was the master piece of Bessie's art and she and her grandchildren were justly proud of it. Then the reflection in the pool of water changed and I saw a large crowd of people gathered on a busy street corner. Looking close I re- cognized Maurice Perkins singing and dancing the tango, and at the same time holding out his hat for coins. It was quite a feat and Dorothy Jacob, one of the onlookers, graciously put a penny in his outstretched hat. Dorothy was being extremely gracious at this particular time. I imagine it was due to her success on the stage impersonating Topsy. Beside her

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,I audi. .,,, A . A Ulf 'uv' , ae 2 ifwiilllll' 9' s mm SENIOR CLASS PRoPHECY The clay ls colcl, ancl clark, and dreary ,' It rains, and the wlncl is never wearyg The vine still clings to the monlclering wall, Bat at every gust the cleacl leaves fall, And the clay is clark and dreary. g 'OW absolutely unpleasant was this day and how nervousit made .5115 me, seeing nothing, as I gazed out of the high arched window, but never-endingiields flooded with the rain. I loved this mediaeval castle that I had taken for the winter but today the castle, the rain and my loneliness oppressed me iqueerly. I was haunted by the feeling of invisible people moving around meg not the stately knigh'ts and ladies of long ago, but the friends I knew not so many years ago. My classmates of Burnham High. Swish! The window blew open with a bang, Along with the gushes of wind that chilled the old fashioned room, little pools of water began to gather on the Hoor. I closed the window breathlessly and look- ing down saw the water, which now had become one large pool, reflecting- What? Yes, it was my home school town, Sylvania! Greatly changed of course, but still the prettiest, and most charming town of all the many places that I had ever visited. Of the many notable places, Burnham High School was the most outstanding. Among the teachers busy at their ac- customed tasks I recognized Miss Bickelhaupt, relief still written across her face from the fact that the class of '28 had left her English room for- everg and Mr. Smith trying to impress on a student of Sociology the fact that evolution is a theory or a hypothesis to explain something which one discerns in the history or that branch of intellectual knowledge which deals with the happenings of the past, of all things a gradual intellectual progress from a rudimentary external circumstance taking place. To illustrate his point, Alvin Plickerd was doing a lovely demonstration and was really impressing the students to a great extent. At the end of the first floor corridor I noticed a gorgeous painting of Lyle Koester, football captain of '28. Alice Shull and Lenore Adams were being kept in glass cages in the 'Holt Beauty Shoppe' displaying to seekers of beauty that school girls complexion. Incidently this shop was runiby Elery Holt connoisseur in all beauty problems. ' ' Elaine Plikerd was conducting an editorial in the Sylvania Sentinel on Love Problems in General. Her sound and experienced advice was gaining world renown.

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It li 1 -f, 7 ' lp., 77 5 ---'ef--.IHIS lc 2 A ..lllM'Mfl ' stood Irene Double, her only rival on the stage. Irene with equal success, was impersonating the life and death of Hugh Hotchkiss. Hugh had spent his life in trying to invent a liquid that, when rubbed on the hair, made it curl beautifully. He succeeded but died at the moment of his good for- tune, overcome by joy. The crystal pool now reflected several little pictures in succession. Albert Sullivan was established in a cozy little home on S. Main St. Each Wednesday she was in the habit of addressing some woman's club on The Value and Joy of your Very Own Home. Mitchell Myers was acting as an instructor to her children. Gertrude Dietsch and Clarence Baker were world noted dancing part- ners touring, at the present time, in the Fiji Islands. Paul Day, living on an Indian reservation was demonstrating to Indian squaws the proper way to apply makeup. He seemed to be im- pressing them! Lawrence Gray was travelling around to the various broadcasting stations in the United States reciting bed time stories for little kiddies. As soon as he masters the African tongue he is going to do this profession- al work in the Sahara Desert. By this time the little pool of water had almost evaporated. However before it disappeared entirely I saw reflected one more picture. It was in the city of Chicago and crowds of eager, excited and thrilled people were swarmed in the Armory. Delpha Langham and Lucille Northcott were fighting for some championship. Excitement reigned supreme-who would win, why, and how? Oh, it was thrilling to watch them, such practiced and experienced fighters but, unfortunately, the little crystal pool of water disappeared entirely before a decision was reached. Awakening from my trance I found that the rain had ceased. As I threw open my window the sun appeared in all its brilliant midday glory. Somehow, standing there, I felt gloriously happy because of the success and prosperity of my fellow classmates.